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Chapter 438 - The Lost Prince

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(Adelaide)

The first to notice them was a middle-aged baker standing nearest the entrance, both forearms buried to the elbow in a mound of pale dough she was folding over itself with steady, practised movements. She glanced towards the doorway almost absently, no doubt expecting another apprentice arriving for instructions, before her hands stopped in the middle of another fold. Recognition softened her face. Not surprise. Not alarm. Simply recognition. A smile spread across flour-dusted cheek
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